My Mate Is Too Shy {Jiminxreader}

1) Of Raps and Blushes

Date: October 13th
Time: 9:45pm
Location: Work
Mood: Meh
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Alone. That was where she preferred to be. Loneliness was something commonplace in her life. Generally seen as something that most people abhorred and avoided, to her the silence and solidarity was like a warm comfort blanket. Alone there were no eyes, no judgments and no one to fully look at the person she was and reject.

Y/n was shy. Cripplingly so. Talking to people other than her family was difficult, looking them in the eye almost painful. As much as socializing terrified her, inside was a compassionate heart. A person who would catch bugs and safely deposit them outside rather than take it's life. Someone who thought that every life had value in some way or the other, apart from her own.

She was the type whose temper had a long fuse, but when ignited burned hot, and yet was afraid of confrontation and would do anything to avoid it. A girl who preferred reading to watching television, not because she liked to read, but due to the fact that she loved to learn.

Other people's opinion of her mattered, but she wasn't aggressive enough to stand up for herself. She wanted to be left alone, but at the same time craved for attention and friendship.

She was lonely, sad, and felt trapped in her own body. In her point of view, there was no way to fix this, there was no work around when it came to shyness. She'd tried enough times to know that. This was who she was and that was it.

Being this way wasn't an ideal situation, but it had been her reality for as long as she could remember. Being exceedingly bashful was simply a part of her personality and therefore as life went on, learning to live with it was a necessary factor for survival.

More often than she liked, the stray thought of 'what would it be like to have friends?' would skit across her mind. But in reality she knew she couldn't do it. The occasional moments where speaking to classmates or customers at her part time job at the small convenience store was unavoidable, but even then it was excruciating.

For as long as she could remember the moment when she had to speak to others, an unexplainable rush of embarrassment would wash over her and heat would fill in every inch of her face, spread down her neck, and onto her chest. And that would lead to her tongue getting tied, sweaty palms, a racing heart, and the horrible twisting feeling in her gut as she became the most awkward person alive.

Even still, these certain factors in her life were not enough to bring her down. She had a good family unit at home. A protective older brother, a younger sister, a mother and a step father who was more of a real father than her 'real' father had been. She was healthy. Her grades were exceptionally good. Life was all aces!

Aside from the fact that speaking to 99.9% of the population gave her severe anxiety.

Hair grown long more out of the necessity to hide behind the curtain of it, rather than it being something she wanted, she was smaller than she liked for her age of 19. That was already enough to make her feel inferior without the social anxiety adding onto that.

Working out in the public and putting herself into face to face situations was the opposite of comfortable. But university did not pay for itself—even with the academic scholarship she has been blessed with enough brains to achieve. Her father was a car mechanic—a decent killing but not enough to be able to carry that burden without struggle. And her mother wasn't keen on going back to work until her baby sister was old enough to attend school.

So that was how she'd ended up applying to this place-a slightly run down, privately owned convenience store nestled right in-between two big brand named shops of the same likeness. The traffic was low and the work was fairly easy. Perfect for her ever present anxiety and quiet enough between customers that taking care of any school related work was a breeze.